“Bad luck to it all, me first cousin, Patsey Malloy, is running that gang,” he blurted out. “You wouldn’t have me go against my own flesh and blood!”
“Now you look here, young man,” said I, going up to him and shaking my finger in his face. “You just want to understand one thing, and that is, if you are ever going to make a successful detective, you’ve got to lay all personal considerations aside. This Patsey Malloy—is he a bad one?”
“You’re right, he is!” replied Dave gloomily.
“Has he broken the law?”
“A t’ousand times!”
“And you are under your solemn oath to arrest all lawbreakers?”
Dave looked confused.
“Can’t we fix it no way so’s to save Patsy?” he asked.
“If that could be done I suppose you would just as soon see the rest bagged as not?” said I.